“Be back soon! Just gotta go get some chips!” he heard someone yell from downstairs followed immediately by a loud slam as the front door closed.
Ugh, god damnit. I hate sleep over’s, always so loud.  The giant behemoth grumbles to himself, startled awake by his son’s loud exit. Orichalcum, the giant hairy hulk of a Behemoth, stretches and yawns as wide as he can before looking down and noticing his big cantaloupe sized balls and huge uncut cock hanging out the side of his jock.  He reaches down and fondles it, the thick shaft throbbing lightly in his hand. 
“Mmmm, looks like someone else is awake too. Guess when son is away, daddy will play.” He rumbles, standing up from the comfortable chair in his bedroom and walking to the door, rubbing his hairy muscle gut as he walks down the stairs towards the wreckage of the living room.  He sees pillows, popcorn, videogames, movies, blankets; all were strewn on the floor, along with a few of his son’s friends. Two were currently engaged in a wrestling match, laughing and rolling around on the floor like pups till they separate and stand apart, circling each other like predators. 
One was a very well muscled feline, wearing only a pair of very tight boxers and a likewise straining tank top, light brown fur beneath with light tan gloves and socks. He wasn’t showing any signs of exhaustion or exertion. The other was an average bodied fox-dragon with russet brown fur on his back, which was facing towards Orichalcum, and light fur down his front from chin to thighs. Dark brown fur runs from his knees and elbows down with strips of vivid green at the edges where the russet and dark fur meet and on the pads of his hands and feet. Dragonorca was panting heavily, his fur slightly wet from his exertions. 
Behind the wrestling duo, a lion lays on the couch upside down, legs hanging over the back watching TV, his dark mane hanging down almost to the floor while flipping through channels. “Hey! You’re blocking the screen with your big ass, Cen!” he complains, glaring at the big muscular cat. 
Centaurus turns and uses his muscular bulk to completely block the TV. “Why watch that when you could watch me wipe the floor with anyone who challenges me!” he boasts, grinning smugly. He doesn’t notice until Dragonorca tackles him he’d left himself wide open. When he gets pinned to the ground, the thin ram with spiky blond hair laughs, almost falling off the armchair he’d been sitting on. 
“Yea, way to wipe the floor Cen!” he laughs, throwing a pillow at the still pinned cat. Dragonorca grins and climbs off the beaten cat, plopping down on the couch beside Midnight.  
“Serves you right for challenging the great fragon to a wrestling match!” he grins, flexing playfully.
“Caught me off guard…” Centaurus grumbles, sitting up and leaning against the couch and turning to the TV. 
“Hey sir!” Orichalcum turns and sees a smiling silver scaled dragon walking down the hall towards the living room, carrying a big bowl of popcorn in both hands, while he holds a two liter of soda with his tail. All four in the living room turn and practically jump out of their skins at the sight of the twelve foot tall monster of a Behemoth before settling back down, used to seeing the big behemoth thusly attired. 
“Evening boys,” he says with a rumbling chuckle, smiling at their reactions.  He steps down the last few steps, and leans against the wall at the entrance to the living room and surveying the group before him. Aaron, the silver dragon walks in and sets the soda and popcorn down on the coffee table which was pushed off to the side out of the way of the two former combatants.  “So I see you like wrestling. How’d you like me to teach you a few things? Eh Drag? As winner you should love the chance to retain your title. Or you Cen, you could learn a thing or two…” he smirks, arms crossed, his shaft throbbing within its fabric confines.  
“W…well…” he mumbles, looking elsewhere. The others notice this and grin, starting to cheer for the muscular cat. “Cen! Cen! Cen! Cen! Cen!” they cheer till he timidly stands up, assuming the guard position opposite the Behemoth. 
“Oh no, when I wrestle I do it for real! Come on all of you!” he says, turning around and heading towards the door beneath the stairs, down the stairs to the basement and into the spacious workout room that the father and son use to stay fit. In one corner is a big mat used for stretching, but is big enough to serve as a wrestling mat as well. The boys come down and look around, making noises ranging from envious to impress.
“Whoa, this place is awesome!” Centaurus says, eyeing the huge rack of weights and various pieces of workout equipment scattered about. 
“That it is! Navos and I work out here every morning.” He grins, eyeing an almost invisible stain on the floor near the mats, where their “workout session” had got particularly intense.
“It shows!” Cen says while the others take seats on the various pieces of equipment to watch the match.  
“Now, when I said I wrestle for real, I meant it. I wrestle in the buff, and oiled up. Hope that’s not an issue.” He says, tugging off his shirt, baring his white furred belly and the top of his orange and red pubic fur.  
“W…what?” Centaurus blushes, taking a step back. The others blush and look at each other but turn back with greater interest.  
“You heard me. Strip. You want a lesson in wrestling, you’ll do it.” He says, grabbing a big bottle of oil from a nearby table and begins to squirt it on his chest, rubbing it in, loving the slick feel of his oiled muscles, his jock straining against his hardening shaft.  He squirts some onto his arms and legs before tossing the bottle to the dazed cat who was taking his tank top off right at that moment. The bottle must not have been closed properly because it hit him square on the chest, splattering oil all over his light brown fur. “Oops! Well that’s that much less you need to worry about. Hey! One of you come help him cover his back, and me too!” he orders, smirking as all of them practically jump to do as commanded.  
He kneels down a bit to give Midnight better access to his wide muscular back, murring at the feel of the lion’s hands rubbing oil into his furry body.  Aaron was taking care of Orichalcum’s legs and tail, retrieving the bottle and squirting some straight onto his muscular thighs and calves. Across the mat, Aesc the ram was similarly occupied with Centaurus’s massive back, while Drag is rubbing down his thighs. 
“oh oops” Orichalcum says, standing up and grabbing his jock and dropping it to the floor, his big uncut member flopping free, half hard and leaking visibly. The others avoid looking at it but all of them are spellbound by the massive behemoth cock. 
Centaurus stands up and does the same; his own good sized length hangs pendulously above proportionally large balls. 
“Rules are no tail, cock or horn grabbing. Other than that, it’s a free match! “Orichalcum says, dropping into a ready stance, his feet leaving oily stains on the mat. The others retire to their former seats, blushing embarrassedly at their obviously bulging shorts and boxers.  Centaurus does the same, fur shining with the oil, his muscles loose and ready for anything. 
“Good, you’re not tensing up, makes it harder to gauge your movements!” Orichalcum says, lunging forward on the last word, grabbing at Cen’s arms, but the oil makes his grip fail. Cen responds by wrapping an arm around Orichalcum’s and attempting to pull it behind his back. Orichalcum pulls his oiled arm free and practically tackles the smaller male, using his superior weight to force the smaller male down, his cock rock hard and leaking plainly on Cen’s abs and shaft, which is likewise occupied. 
“Good! Respond! You left yourself open but excellent response. Almost reflexive!” he says, standing up and walking to the opposite side of the mat, seemingly oblivious to his raging hardon leaving big splatters of pre as he walks.  Centaurus pants a bit as he stands up, sweat beginning to drop off of his oily body, the musky scent of the two aroused males’ heavy in the air. Around the mat, the others are trying sneakily to fondle their bulges, panting with stifled moans. 
The two males stand opposite once more, this time Cen takes the first move, lunging forward at Orichalcum’s waist, managing to wrap his arms around his opponent’s legs and lifting him into the air, the pair falling once more to the mats, this time with Cen on top. The two pant and grind their shafts together, Cen reaching out and placing both hands on either side of Orichalcum’s head. He leans down and presses his lips hard against the larger males and kisses him. 
“Mmmm. Congratulations Cen, you’ve beaten me. For your reward…” Orichalcum sits up, easily taking the younger male with him. He stands up and points at Drag and beckons the fox-dragon over. “Strip. You’re his prize!” he commands. When the fox dragon hesitates, Orichalcum looms over the poor hybrid, who immediately complies. 
“W…what do you m…mean my prize?” Cen asks, blushing, his shaft bobbing up and down, leaking heavily onto the mat. 
“That’s the rules of the house. Whoever wins gets a prize. That prize is someone. Since I know Drag couldn’t beat me…” he smirks down at the naked, but rock hard hybrid. “It’s a pretty safe bet that you’re the winner. Now, as winner, you get to do whatever you want to your prize!”  Orichalcum grins and sits down in a big armchair made for relaxing after a hard workout, the leather sweat stained and heavily worn, but eminently comfortable. He snaps and points at Midnight who eagerly comes forward and kneels in front of the chair. 
“But…what if I want you?” Cen asks, blushing but defiant, looking at the big behemoth straight in the eye. 
Orichalcum grins. “Well then get your ass over here. You look pretty big.” He says and waves the lion away, who sulks and sits down beside the chair to watch, the front of his pants soaked in his need. 
Cen swaggers forward and grabs Orichalcum’s oiled legs and lifts them up, baring the behemoth’s tail hole.  He positions his cock at the larger male’s hole and without preamble shoves it all the way in, all foot and a half of thick leaky cock straight in, causing both to grunt and moan in pleasure. 
“Oh damn boy! You feel good! Hope you can keep it up or I’ll have to teach you how to top right too!” Orichalcum moans, pre splattering his face and chest, his foreskin pulling back to reveal his pink tip. Cen reaches and grabs the massive meat stick and begins to furiously pound the older male’s hole, growling and baring his teeth as all thirty six inches slams right back inside of the big behemoth. 	
Midnight peeks his head over the arm of the chair, staring at that big uncut behemoth cock. “Careful boy, might just make you take this monster!” Orichalcum chuckles, laying back and watching the big cat go to town, enjoying it a bit, but knowing he’ll need to teach the pup a lesson. 
Cen growls and his body clenches obviously on the brink of orgasm when he’s suddenly pushed onto his back by two huge behemoth feet, his shaft pulling free from Orichalcum’s hole and points at the ceiling, practically fountaining pre. “I toldya boy, if you didn’t do it well I’d teach ya how to do it!” the massive behemoth stands up and smirks down at the cat, watching as his shaft bobs and shakes in the air. He kneels between the cat’s legs and raises them up.
“b…but I’ve…” is all the cat can manage to say before he arches back, a massive helping of uncut cock slammed right inside of his hole. 
“oh don’t be such a baby!” he growls dominantly, his muscular form shining in the lights as he begins to furiously pound the feline’s hole, pinning him down and taking him fast and deep. “It’s all about angle! You get the right angle and your pleasure will skyrocket, not to mention that of your sub! Take this for example!” he says, thrusting upwards towards Cen’s stomach, grazing his prostate and causing the poor overwrought feline to shudder and clench, sweat cascading off of his fur. “See?” 
From upstairs, the door could be heard slamming. “I’m home! Where is everyone?” Navos can be heard yelling. 
“Down here son! I’m teaching your friend a lesson!” Orichalcum grins down at the feline, having paused for a moment to let him catch his breath.
Navos could be heard walking down the stairs, and when he turns the corner and sees the “lesson” taking place, he rolls his eyes. “Seriously dad? Haven’t even left for twenty minutes and you’re already fucking my friends?” 
“Friend, and he ‘beat’ me at wrestling, he chose me as his prize.” He smirks at his son. “But he wasn’t doing a proper job of it so I had to teach him how to do that too.” 
Navos sighs and takes off his jacket, tossing it off to the side. “Well can’t say I blame him. You do have the best hole ever.” He smirks and unbuttons his pants, kneeling down and flopping his own hefty member down onto Cen’s face, almost identical to his fathers. 
“Yours isn’t bad yourself boy! Hell neither is his! Obviously a virgin,” he grins, watching his son tease the big feline who despite his reservations opens his mouth and takes that thick uncut shaft in. 
“Oh damn! He’s a natural born cock-sucker though!” Navos says, moaning at Centaurus’s mouth on his thick veiny shaft.  Around the room, the others are furiously fapping, the sounds of moans and wet slappings can be heard above the slapping of the two behemoths taking the muscled feline. 
Before long both are growling, Orichalcum thrusting upwards and in hard and fast until finally he yells and floods the poor feline full of his white hot load, shot after shot filling Cen  up and spurting out around his shaft, leaving a large pool around his knees. The rest causes Cen’s belly to bulge, immediately added to as Navos shoots his own load straight down Cen’s throat, giving the feline a huge muscle gut. 
“Lookin good there boy!” Orichalcum says, pulling his shaft free, bringing with it a torrent of his thick load. “Clench!” he orders and the cat complies with a shudder, panting as Navos likewise withdraws. 
“Mmmm, and I can still go another round! Who’s next?” he looks around at those assembled, pointing at Aesc who practically jumps forward, only to be pushed down onto his back with his legs raised. 
“Be right back boy, I’m going to get some toys!” Orichalcum says, walking to the stairs, leaving drips of cum in his wake.  
“Good, I want to take at least two more of them tonight!” Navos says, grinning as he sets his cum soaked shaft at the ram’s entrance, finding it oiled and loosened already. 
“Oh ho ho! Someone sure is needy!” he says, grinning down at the ram who looks away embarrassedly.
“Was hoping…” he started before getting rolled over. 
“quiet, you’re getting what you wanted!” he orders, shoving his still rock hard cock straight inside the ram’s hole, his big orange sized balls slapping loudly against the ram’s own pair. The ram maaaaah’s out in pleasure, and again as his horns are gripped roughly and used as levers. Behind him the big behemoth begins furiously pounding the cervine’s hole, loud slapping filling the room. Drag comes forward and sets his own shaft against the ram’s nose.
“may I? He asks Navos. 
“don’t let me stop you!” he grins, looking down at the submissive ram and giving one hard thrust, watching him shudder and clench. 
Just then, Orichalcum comes back in, carrying an arm full of various sized dildos. He sets them on the floor, selecting one and walking over to his son and grinding against his back and leaning down to nibble at his neck.  “got one for ya boy,” he whispers into his son’s ear before shoving the dildo straight up his son’s hole, who yells and arches, his shaft yanking free and splashing pre all over Drag and Aesc. 
“F…fuck! Y…you know I have trouble with t…that one!” he says spasmodically, the sound of buzzing emanating from the plug at random intervals.
“Yea, but you gotta learn sometime!” he smirks and grabs another, pointing it at the still limp feline. “Boy, get up. You’ve still got to collect your prize!” he says, smirking over at Drag who blushes but raises his tail a bit. The feline grins and rolls over, his cock leaking still. 
“glad I didn’t cum, I’d wanted to fill a nice hole up, glad it’s yours I get to fill!” he says as he moves up behind Drag, aiming his huge tip at the fox dragon’s hole and slowly pushing upwards an in, causing the hybrid to gasp and thrust into Aesc who groans and shivers in pleasure. 
“Good boy! You’ve learned! It’s about the angle!” Orichalcum says, smirking down at his student, loving the look of Drag’s belly bulging from the massive shaft being pushed in. 
The big daddy behemoth turns to the lion who hadn’t moved from his position beside the chair, though he’d stripped and had left a large puddle of pre on the floor beneath him. “good boy, I think you get to get filled!” he says and grabs the little lion, carrying him bodily over to the writhing mass of lust wracked bodies on the floor, sitting kneeling down and situating the lion so he’s straddling his lap with his back against the behemoth’s chest.
 “Hey! Aaron! Get over here! And grab the blue and red toys!” he looks over at the silver dragon who’d made, by the look of the pool of white at his feet, several fairly large messes on the floor, but was still rock hard and ready to go it seemed. “you get his mouth, I get his rear!” he says, grinning and lifting the little lion up and slamming him right down onto his massive cum lubed meat stick, growling as he realizes the cat has lubed his hole in preparation. “Oh gods I love it when subs take initiative!” he growls, smirking at the dragon who walks forward and pushes his shaft into Midnight’s mouth, handing the two toys to the larger male. He moans and rubs at the lions’ mane as he thrusts in and out, mirrored by Orichalcum from behind.  The large behemoth positions the blue one, a massive horse shaped toy at his entrance and lowers himself onto it, sighing in pleasure as it fills him up wider and deeper than most could, every thrust into the lion causing the toy to dive in and out of his hole.  He brings the other, a tentacle shaped one with metallic bumps along the underside and slips it into the dragon’s hole, who shudders and squirms at the intrusion. 
Orichalcum grins and turns a dial on a hanging cord attached to the base of the toy, grinning wider as it causes the dragon to yelp and shake in ecstasy. “W…what the f…” he almost manages to say before another wave of ecstasy rushes through him. 
“Not usually one for this kind of treatment, but you seemed like you could use the assist. And I love to watch guys go crazy at the feelings.” He smirks, watching as the toy continues to deliver mild shocks directly to the prostate of the silver dragon, causing big bursts of pre to flood the little lion’s mouth and run down his chin. 
He thrusts harder in and out of his sub, watching as Cen thrusts and rubs at Drag as he visibly gets closer and closer, his pendulous balls clenching up, forecasting his imminent release. Drag for his part took that massive cock like a champ, fighting back shooting as long as he could. Navos had gone back to fucking Aesc deep and fast, thrusting and shuddering erratically as his own balls were clenching up as well. 
“w…well, looks like I can only m…manage one!” he says and roars, body quacking as he floods the poor ram full of seed, his gut ballooning out at the massive load of seed being pumped into him. Beneath Navos, the little ram also began shooting without a touch, painting his new gut white with his load. Navos shooting sends  all the others over the edge, Drag yells as he fills Aesc’s mouth full of seed, making his belly bulge even more, causing his hole to clench around Centaurus’s shaft, making him in turn shoot, each shot bulging  the hybrid’s stomach out heavily.
Orichalcum sees his son shooting and roars as he floods Midnight full of virile monster seed, the little lion helpless to resist as Aaron also fires off as well, unable to resist the feelings of his shaft and prostate being stimulated, he himself painting Orichalcum’s legs and the floor beneath him with his load.
All present collapse in a sweaty, spent pile of tangled limbs and mixed fluids. 
“So…same time next week?” Navos asks, panting heavily.